MIRACLES HAPPEN (Revised) Day after day miracles happen, With no explanation, But through the world That is openly speaking, A gentle admonition, Or a harsh reprimand, Always there is the image Of who really I am, Before me in my peers... Standing quietly alone, I listen to others repeating thoughts That were mine moments before And I used to wonder How they knew Or if it was ridicule, Exposing my private world And then realized That people were not to blame For the reality I made And the echoes I feared Were the recording Of my own voice... But why-should I hear myself Speaking through others, As if every idea immediately Impresses on the environment A form of existence, Whose again can be traced Back to me! As though a great adversary Suddenly turned to and said: I have been wrong about you, Let me make it up to you And offer my unlimited assistance, You have passed the test, Become aware and now go- Live to your fullest extent... I wonder if this was a last wish Or if I have died already, But I decided that a secret Had been let go, An undefinable actuality Transpiring any possibility Into a fragile and complex reality, My reality, as I understand! Romeo Della Valle (c) All rights reserved -2010 New York City
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 12:37:34 +0000
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